I went biking today, for Father's Day. And then we came across a road with a DEAD kitten with GUTS right next to it. OH DEAR GOD WHY?! And then after that, we went through this path filled with water and mud. Last time I went there, my shoe literally SUNK in the mud! My foot popped right out! .-. So when I went there today, my bike fell on top of me, and squished me. I don't like biking
Can i get help please ? punnywunny12 offerd me 2 stacks dirt for my armor and as soon as i gave it to him he tried to kill me and succedded, i have proof on tape
A painful question that comes up a lot for victims is “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
People don’t realize how hard it is to say something is wrong when the person you fear is watching you. A child being abused by a parent will tell the police “I’m fine” because the parent is the one in control of their life. An abused spouse will say “I’m fine” in fear of being hurt should they say something wrong.
Or perhaps sometimes it’s just the simple guilt and shame of admitting being in the situation in the first place. That worry of what others will think of you when they find out all those dirty little secrets that the other person holds over you. Sometimes they don’t have to use force to make a point, all it takes is the threat of telling the people who love you things you don’t ever want them to hear.
Even to this day, for me, I have only ever truly told one person the details in greater depth, and even still, I was vague. Because no matter how much I tell myself it wasn’t my fault, deep down in my gut something screams ‘If you tell even one person, they will find out and they will tell EVERYONE what a filthy person you really are.’
I wonder if it’s ever a thing I will overcome? When will the day come when I wont fear someone who isn’t even a part of my life any more?
(From tumblr) Try to understand Lucky's situation, okay? It might help...
